Well yesterday was the prefect day to clean the backyard and start building beds. My backyard is 27 1/2′ wide (from house to the back fence). I plan on only using a little less than 1/2 the yard for my garden this year, which will be comprised of 10 beds (11 including my daughter’s bed). Two big beds 4×6′, four small beds 2×4′, and four skinny beds 1×4′ (Jillian’s bed is 3×3′). I am aware it is a big garden but I really want enough vegetables to be able to freeze and also make sauce, pickles, and salsa.
We (Jillian, Vincent, & I – Jeff had to go to work, otherwise he would have been there taking the rest of the swing set down) removed the birdbath and all the old wood from previous gardens. Jillian really wanted a pink flower bed so I let her paint her wood pink. The wood is recycled from her swing set that we are in the process of removing due to old age.
I was having quite a bit of difficulty drilling through the wood, I called my dad (because that is who I call when I have problems with stuff like this.) He told me to pre-drill all the holes and then screw it together. I went through and pre-drilled all the holes in all the boards and then put the first screw in and my drill started smoking and had sparks shooting out the side. My drill went down in a blaze of glory (insert your stream of profanity here.)
So here is my drill’s obituary:
Donny was a good bowler, and a good man (drill). He was one of us (not really but still part of the family). He was a man (drill) who loved the outdoors (and to build things)… and bowling (sure, why not, everyone loves bowling), and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and… up to… Pismo (well not really because electric drills don’t like water). He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time (well not really, 12 years is a good life for a drill). In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives (it did go out in a blaze of glory). And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well (the machine recycle bin on Eisenhower Dr). Good night, sweet prince (my drill).
I would like to thank the Big Lebowski for this amazing obituary for my drill.
Now that that is done let me show you the new drill and the circular saw I am looking at:
Isn’t it a pretty circular saw? I have wanted my very own circular saw for Mother’s Day for 3 years (almost 4 years) now. I remember when we were looking at them at Home Depot. A guy tapped Jeff on the shoulder and said, “I wish my wife wanted a circular saw for Mother’s Day.” He responded, “Yep, she’s a keeper.”
Here is the drill. Nothing too fancy, but it will get the job done. My dad kept telling me I need to get a cordless with a Lithium Ion Battery. I looked at them and honestly I won’t use it enough to justify the price (almost $200). We just need a drill, for those moments where a screw driver won’t work.
Hopefully we can get a little more in the yard done this weekend, maybe the shutters painted and the swing set down. If it doesn’t happen, I know it will get done eventually. Jillian really wants to go to Oatland Island and watch the sheep get a haircut on Saturday, so that will be the first priority.